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we doin it sloppy We Do it sloppy .

October 18, 2024 at 3:59 AMv3.5

SLOPAAAAAAyyy, SLOPAAAAAAyyy,(aww yeah) IT'S SLOPAY, IT'S SLOPAY, IT'S SLOPAY, IT'S SLOPAY, SLOPAAAAAAyyyy,(aww yeah) IT'S SLOOOOOOPAAAYYYYY, IT'S SLOPAY, IT'S SLOPAY, IT'S SLOPAY, IT'S SLOPAY, I'LL SEE YA NEXT TIME, gotta head out now, I’VE BEEN WORKING, grinding, breaking it down, SO MUCH, much work no rest, no time to chill, IM SO TIRED I PASS OUT WHEN I GET HOME, 4 real. WAKE UP AND ZOMBIE, PASS OUT AGAIN FROM WORK Again, REST, RINSE, REPEAT, But I’ll keep it swingin, with the slop I be slingin. Cooking up schemes, my thoughts simmer like ginseng, you never expect what slop im bringeng. Slumped on the couch, watchin’ shows eatin slop on repeat, Thoughts driftin away like the crumbs on my seat. we just eatin sloppy we just doin our thing, (i aint talking about the toppy, We do it sloppy) Got a hundred things to do,but now im tired... Time to bring out the slop with glop. yeah thats the sauce. we eatin the crop,i got dis slop marinating outside its grown some moss, what did you expect, i like slop, its RAW. pullin out the frozen slop and make it in the pan,time 2 create.and thaw da ham. den i Got the flavor so thick, it be stickin to my plate. Aint no shame in my game, just gettin Hungry and its late. I SEE YA NEXT TIME, when Im back on the track, But right now,Im crashing,gotta take a step back! we do it sloppy das y dey call me poppi Waking up at dawn,get back to work, Afterwards,i get home,I got alotta slop to slurp. if my slop get stolen all i see is perps,when i go lookin i'll wipe ya smirk. when i find ya amma remind ya, when i pull out all the stops,no squeelin . your final fate is ultimately revealing.your gunna be stopped shocked and mocked. gunna hurt ya feelins. i snatched dat fool dat kept stealin mah food on da spot,i'll clean em up wid a mop real smooth , youll get tied up like doctor oct after spiderman lept up and shot shoots his gloop. caught that tool slippin,swept hizzazz off da block real cruel disaster. (ay watchu doin!) I dont play bout my slop, nah, not for a second! Mess with the chef,and u get a quickaazz lesson! I be whippin up dishes,but i keep my kitchen locked up tight, If you come, I'll set you alight an leave you slopped up and washed up. Think you ready for war? But u aint built for this fight u get startled end up gnarled in this quarrel! Ya chase my slop,but it’s too hot for u 2stock. u Come for da sauce,but u get buryied under a rock... stop tryin. im da boss, ya cant touch what amma frying, u reach for my slop,but ya gonna end up dying. I’m cooking up da heat,ya cant handle the pressure, Pressure makes diamonds,my slops full of texture. im chillin in da kitchen,wit all da ingredients, with da fuffilin sick slop that needs penacillin.make ya realise i never left the building leave you trippin,break ya true da ceiling,ya fly away like peterpan but u never land. da bowl end up clean and spotless,no spillin. like da bald head on novice kirllin before a azzwhippin from da local villain.

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